The things in my life that skeeve me out make no sense. I have moved dead bodies, washed puke and blood off my shoes from working at a hospital, mopped blood and spit from the floor of a porn shop, and ate hash browns with soy sauce when I was little. The last one I cant remember why I did it. Pretty sure I threw up soon after. I watched a lot of stuff I probably shouldn’t have when I was little. My parents didn’t filter what I watched so I saw
Hellraiser,
Friday The 13th, and all kinds of B movies that were rated R. None of these bothered me as much as an episode of
Punky Brewster.
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| Prepping my adult boner for childhood fears. |
This two part episode called
“The Perils Of Punky” fucked up my young soul and I still don’t know why. I was thinking about this episode since its close to Halloween and looked up the plot and cant recall half the shit that happened. I just have flashes of my brain going
“I don’t want!” at various images of fucked. This aired in 1985 so I was the perfect age to have parts of my spirit chipped away at.
